Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 19, 1915

     Day opens with a heavy frost.  Early long streamers come and streaks the sky.  Sunlight becomes hazy.  On a walk in park at noon I note how intensely quiet it is.  Spring was in the air. They are burning wood in the park - the blue smoke going up thru the sun misty trees is a rare sight and the scent – intoxicating!

     Evening to Bal Masque given by Kokoon Klub.  A glorious conglomeration of colors, music and merriment - when I got home and went to bed, I saw in my eye the crowd of dancers with weird fire-works - like things in the air above them.

Charles E Burchfield, Feb 19, 1915